King of the Shaker

Eyes open! Cold metal under my claws. Smooth. Very round. A sudden rumble in my chest—*chuff!* I stomped one foot down. *Clink!* The metal rang out sharp and loud! Down below, a whole crowd of frozen buddies stood still on the shiny marble, but I was up high. Right at the top! I planted both feet wide, puffed my chest, and leaned forward to survey the shiny kitchen spread before me. I can move! I am the lookout!